His Name Is Hereon (4)

He felt pained.

This was the most agonizing moments of his life.

His body was strapped to a chair and his eyes were plucked out from their sockets, then it was followed by an unnatural unbearable pain in his head.

He would be healed with healing magic, only to repeat the same unbearable process.

While the process was agonizing, he had still managed to keep his sanity.

He bit his lips, drawing blood to stop himself from screaming out loud.

"Just one more, you can do this."

The man encouraged from the side.

The woman proceeded to heal him with her magic.

A process that had happened many times replayed itself as the pain vanished, and the darkness that was with him receded.

He was able to see again.

"Does this look good?"

Even though he was the one who they were getting the eyes from, he wasn't the center of attention.

The man currently wore a mask.

A white fox mask with red designs on it.